At last, he heard his vehicle arrive. The black Aston-Martin screamed to a stop as it thundered up the driveway. Sarah was assisted into her seat by a uniformed valet who leaped out of the driver's seat and hurried over to open her door.
The man moved past Dean, nodding. "Many thanks, Ramon," he remarked as he got into his vehicle. He slammed the door and took off, pressing the gas pedal too firmly.
Sarah didn't question, "How did you know his name was Ramon?" for a good minute.
"I asked him what time we got here."
"Oh."
Dean cast a quick glance at her, noticing her flawless profile silhouetted against the charred window panes. "What?" Is it improper for me to be aware of his name?
Her face flashed a frown. She raised a pointed hand. "This is my house."
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